Curufin smiled into Glorfindel's eyes as the golden Elf poured healing energy into the shallowest of the injuries. It felt so good. Curufin's spirit, being an Elvish spirit, soaked up that healing energy as though it had been sunlight, and he could feel the restoration happening.

He had to laugh a little. "We have learned much from the Sponge of Doom, though he would probably roll his spongy eyes at the idea of us being his students or allies. The terraformer blew itself up while you were inside? Thank goodness for Amra's teleportation." His eyes grew dark and soft. "I wouldn't want to lose you." He let Glorfindel remove the bandage around his upper arm. This was a deeper wound.